Chapter 674 Reencounter with Ice and Iron: New information has finally emerged regarding the script.

The two screenwriters fought several rounds of battles, and reportedly finally settled on a version that was acceptable to both sides.

Shang Yechu hadn't received the script yet and had no idea what kind of sacred object this final version was. To be honest, she was pessimistic about it.

The second script reading is scheduled for today. Shang Yechu is prepared for it to end badly.

Not only was Shang Ye Chu pessimistic, but the screenwriters and directors on both sides were also not very optimistic.

As required, "Ice and Iron" must be released next year. This is because 2020 marks the 75th anniversary of the victory of the Chinese people in their war against aggression and the World Anti-Fascist War. China and Russia were allies in World War II, and this film was created to commemorate this important historical moment.

But tomorrow is 2020, and the script for "Ice and Iron" has only just been confirmed!

The second script reading was held at the same hotel as before. Shang Yechu learned her lesson and arrived early this time. She didn't want a repeat of the incident where she had a close encounter with a group of burly Russian men in the elevator; after all, she valued her reputation.

Including assistants, bodyguards, and translators, it was a huge crowd. Shang Yechu actually felt a little embarrassed, always making such a big fuss by calling on a group of people, only to end up arguing at script readings or watching a few directors and screenwriters argue, making it look like a medical dispute.

Fortunately, they arrived early, perfectly avoiding the opportunity to meet Director Lev and others. When they arrived at the meeting room, it was empty.

Arriving early also had its downsides. Shang Yechu hadn't had time for breakfast, and her stomach was growling. Unlike her, her assistants didn't need to get their makeup and styling done to avoid paparazzi, so they had already eaten. Only Shang Yechu herself had eyes that were practically glowing green, like she had a case of starvation.

After settling into the conference room, Shang Yechu initially intended to ask her assistant to go out and find her something to eat. Then she suddenly remembered that the hotel had a restaurant; she could simply pay to eat there.

I had my assistant buy a ton of breakfast and then ate and drank it all in the conference room. It would be incredibly rude if the Russians walked in and caught me eating it. Plus, the whole room would smell of food.

I'm afraid I'll be spending the whole day at this reading session. This endless round of presentations takes stamina!

Shang Yechu greeted her assistants and dashed out like a whirlwind to find food.

The assistants were already used to Shang Yechu's incompetent behavior. Only one bodyguard accompanied Shang Yechu upstairs. Although the hotel's security was good, the possibility of running into stalkers or paparazzi was not zero.

The hotel restaurant was quite luxurious, bright and clean, with a wide variety of food. Shang Yechu carried a large tray, haphazardly filled with a bunch of breakfast items, and quickly ate in a corner. While eating, she opened her phone and began slowly reading "Chapayev".

The blue-eyed, bearded man had simply read a couple more books; Shang Yechu could read them too. His understanding of Kovalev's character was slightly better than Shang Yechu's, but that was only because he was Russian. Just like he'd only acted in a few plays; if it came to a film adaptation, it's hard to say who would completely dominate.

The sky outside the window was a gloomy gray, and thin, damp snowflakes fell softly from the sky. Even through the window, one could feel a damp, chilly air.

Shang Yechu hates cold weather, and of course, she hates hot weather too. Well, all weather that makes people uncomfortable is equally annoying. The best weather is when you're in bed.

Glancing out the window, the entire city is laid out before you through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows. Even in winter, the city is a somber gray.

Shang Yechu withdrew his gaze listlessly, when suddenly he felt a chill creep up from his side.

What happened? The window is open?